Casting my griefs like the shedding summer trees
I offload my burden into the quiet lake.
Leaned upon a rock, I watched
The palm trees
and tulips dance and flutter in the eerie wind.

"The world has taken its shots again,
And we seem to be losing in its sport, my friend."
A strange voice broke from familiar sober eyes.
A kindred spirit lodged beside me
With a bottle of liquor in hand.

"I love to watch the sunset collapse
behind the golden hills…"

"When was the last time you were genuinely happy?
At a peaceful life with zero worries or pain?
She asked.

"When I was still a fetus," I mumbled.

"I started experiencing hardship
when my dad hit my mom when
we were still in the womb,
that we were born prematurely.

The incubator was our first life support,
Domestic Violence greeted us in the belly;
It forced mom to leave us barely two months old.
But there is no excuse for neglecting two infants
because their father was a rascal.

As if that was not enough,
Danny left me at sixteen,
The rest of my pathetic nine years
in this lonely existence
has been a story too difficult
for the most creative writers to pen."